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Then the door slammed and the lock clicked.

Mina smiled as she rubbed her cheek. “Stupid bitch. You’re in the lion’s den now.”

She walked forward, hoping the bitch would flinch and back up. But she didn’t. She stepped toward her. “I think I broke the other kike’s nose. You really want to test me?”

“Bitch,” Amy hissed. “My people have been tested since the beginning. Maybe it’s fucking time.” Then she took long, quick strides to the dark-skinned bitch and buried her hands in her hair.

Mina wrapped her arms around the Jew bitch, squeezing her, pinning her arms to her sides as she pulled her hair.

“You stupid fucking whore!” Mina hissed. She refused to cry out in pain to this little slut.

She pressed her chest into the other woman’s; behind that sweater, the kike was stacked just like her. Mina threw herself forward and slammed the frizzy haired bitch into the wall. She slipped her hands up the back of the sweater and began to tear into the soft flesh beneath.

Amy felt the Arab’s large breasts pressing against her own and –despite the thick
sweater–she could feel her nipples press against the fabric of her bra. Pulling hair with her arms pinned at her sides was useless, so she let go of the thick black locks and wrapped her hands around the lovely brown throat and squeezed.

Mina pulled back and slammed them into the wall again. Then again. With each thrust forward she drove a wet gasp from her rival but the hands squeezed tighter.

“You like that, bitch?” Amy gasped. “You fucking like that?”

Mina’s hand raked up and down the whore’s back. It found her bra strap and pulled it down until it’s hooks popped. Then she pulled her hands around, pulled the useless bra out of the way and sank her claws into the large, yielding juggs.

“AUGH! YOU FUCKING CUNT!” Amy screamed. She drove her knee into Mina’s crotch. With the other foot, she kicked off of the wall, propelling the two across the room and
down onto the sofa. The pain on Mina’s throat relieved as Amy’s attack went to Mina’s large
chest; she tore through the tank top easily enough and pulled the bra up, spilling the large brown breasts free. Amy grabbed them and began to push them up to Mina’s chin.

“FUCKING EYE FOR AN EYE, BITCH!” Amy screamed. The pain in her chest was like a bundle of hot needles beneath her skin. She twisted Mina’s dark nipples–hard, ready to cut glass themselves–and felt a warmth just beneath her stomach.

You haven’t felt that since Jessie Feinstein had punched that bully in highschool for calling her a kike. She had taken him home and lost her virginity to him. And now this act of violence was sending something just as powerful, if not more to her loins.

Mina was feeling something similar, with Amy’s weight on her body, the heavy breasts in her hands. She was sure after she beat this bitch to a pulp she would spend the evening in the bath with her nightstand friend. She reached behind Amy’s back, grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head. The bitch was blind for a moment and Mina took advantage of it. She released one heavy breast, letting it fall to her chest in with a painful thwack that she was familiar with.

Then she pulled back a fist and drove it into the kike’s stomach.

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Felicia always loved this part, where artifice and seduction fell away and it was all instinct: what she’d been born with, and the empathic knowledge of how to please.

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Catwoman certainly didn’t have any complaints, not that Felicia expected her to. When Felicia drew the older woman’s clit into her mouth, sucking it like hard candy, the outright gasp that Catwoman expelled from her lungs came as no surprise.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Catwoman was saying it softly, breathily. Not for effect, but just because that was how it slipped from her brain and hit her tongue. Was she even conscious of talking, or was it like a baby crying for its mommy, knowing only that the sounds would lead to its needs being met?

The older woman’s hips were pumping now, her leather-bound ass slapping on the tile like she was being fucked by a prick instead of a tongue. Felicia followed that cunt down and back up. Enjoying the ride.

Until Catwoman’s body spiked, carrying Felicia up to her knees. Felicia’s claws slipped from Catwoman’s nipples, leaving furrowed scarlet trails down the undersides of the older woman’s breasts. But Catwoman either didn’t notice, or quite liked it.

Catwoman’s body was now showing off its incredible athleticism, with only the shoulder blades and toes remaining on the floor. The rest followed the wet flesh that demanded Felicia’s mouth, suffocating her in scent and taste enough for her to remember the Feline Fatale for the rest of her days.

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The official duel hasn’t even started between them yet and still, they have given each other as they have gotten. Gabby, the Polish Italian American planted her chin on the German American Marge’s shoulder and vice versa. The only voices in the room are the hisses and grunts as both try to use the bathroom mirror as a pointer where to hurt the other. This task has been more dauntingly difficult below the belt where they could only rely on their fingers, and accordingly, both started to maul and claw the other’s ass. Problem is, that losing themselves too much into this just only leads to yet another fight without rules, one they couldn’t afford right now. For starters, due to their age, determination was set in stone by the energy reserves they have, which isn’t much at this point. Then there’s the issue of the regiment of drugs they take. Gabby has a circulation problem, whereas Marge is taking pain killers for a chronic condition resulting of an accident, around the turn of the millennium. So, even if they don’t do anything to each other, just prevent one another from the care they need is already hard torture. Signs of that already start to show, when Gabby, feeling a bit lightheaded is leaning too much on Marge, whose legs start to buckle under their combined weight.

As they stumble, Marge’s back pushes against the cold surface of the glass door of the shower, prompting her to squeal in surprise. Gabby lets go of her hug of Marge and starts to pull the door open, leading the most awkward contact between the women’s breasts. In full light, Marge sees it for the first time in reality, that Gabrielle has implants, and because they’re so well-made, they resist the pressure of her natural melons to an extent. Yet they don’t do this to play another round of breasts of strength, but to push each other into the shower.

Much like with the door frame, the older women filled out the place not meant for two people. Or at least, it seemed that way at first. Due to their inability to unpack, their toiletry was not yet put up, and had to settle for a bar of soap. With some quick thinking, they’ve found the right place for it. The women turned their backs to each other, made the soap just enough wet so it can slip and slide, and pushing their butts against one another, the soap has found its place between them. The challenge was on to determine what they were taunting each other with on social media, who has the better butt. Whatever stamina they had left, they channeled it into pushing the other onto the wall tits first, may they be the cold tiles or the equally cold glass panel. Since the bar of soap limited the movements of their hinds, they tried circular motions until the other cried uncle, which just never seemed to come.

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